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A crisis occurs. A war begins. Death becomes. A moon is scarred. Bodies are scattered into the empty void of space, and while the lunar object is restored... those lost are not. There were people involved in this event who put their lives forth for their causes, who wound up caught in a maelstrom far bigger than them. Cast by the wayside, and forgotten. People lost in the vast realm of space.

Kimiyo Miyake. Location: Fifty kilometers above Eastern Asia.

Status: Dead.

The dark-haired woman hasn't inhaled a breath of oxygen in half a year. Her heart had stopped, her blood had frozen, and her brain hadn't created a single thought for months on end. Due to the void chill of space's grasp, Kimiyo's body had been thrown into a state of stasis; iced. Her only company this entire time had been the scattered debris of the destroyed moon and the few remaining bodies of those whose fate were the same as hers. However... it was time for the woman's final judgment to approach now, as Earth's gravity finally became enough to pull her back down to the planet's surface. Her body began accelerating downwards...

A fire erupted around Kimiyo, burning away at the ice that encapsulated her. Yes, the re-entry through the atmosphere of the planet was going to be her final test. The ice barely lasted a few seconds before starting to burn away at her flesh. Yet, even a corpse of an individual this powerful was going to be hard to completely turn to dust. For, under some strange circumstances, Kimiyo's spirit still lied latent within the useless body using it as some sort of shelter. A small hope, kindled by the flames, as she shot through the clouds. Anyone who looked up could see it now; the trail of flames that tailed her body as she hurtled downwards, colored a crimson red and especially vibrant as a result of its source. A loud shriek carried for miles across, announcing her presence once more.

The fall lasted several minutes, but the trail never evaporated. Kimiyo would crash into the ground with a sound not unlike a thunderstrike, causing tremors throughout the ground. However, she was not as would be remembered: Within the crater she created was not a body whole but pitiable remains, not even a half of what she used to be. Her limbs were the first to have gone, ground to nubs by the re-entry. Most of her skin was absent as well, and her face was completely unrecognizable from a human's. There was no blood—her entire body had been cauterized and she appears more like a charred mass of meat...

But even still, a powerful spirit remained within that husk of hers. A spirit that, in this landscape, would undoubtedly attract the attention of Hollows. Small and large, the blackened creatures turned their head and began to move towards the remains of the Miyake. Her final fate would be decided here, in the coming moments, and yet all seemed hopeless. Alone, Kimiyo... if she could even be called that anymore... did not move an inch. The current situation was a countdown to a cruel end.

"Don't you think you bit off a little more than you can chew?" Bright rays and blackened skin filled most of Saisei's vision, an abrupt cough of blood splattering against the soft brown sand beneath his feet. The Gobi Desert was not a friend to anyone but the hollows that inhabited its sands. The boy didn't know much about the edge of China despite the quick development the world had seen. A desert in what could be described as its original state was surprising and rather scary, a breeding ground for angry and vengeful spirits that hoped to take travelers by surprise. Wiping a mixture of salty sweat and blood from the corner of his mouth, Saisei sighed and readied himself again.

"Right, back to business." Surprisingly enough, the pink haired boy had found his way to China on a simple job for K-world to exterminate a large amount of Hollows current residing in a pack in the nearby desert to their capital. Now normally such a large organization would take care of such a boring task themselves but with recent events it seemed that hunters and mercenaries were the quickest route to removing a hollow infestation from most places. This also meant for people in over their heads like Saisei would be smacked around like a rag-doll. Nevertheless, the young boy once again launched into battle against the lesser hollows nearby.

With only minutes and the death of two of the hollows it seemed that something had quickly caught the eye of any spiritual being in its vicinity. A flood of a powerful spiritual signature found its way through a majority of the nearby area, hitting not only Saisei but any hollow in the Gobi Desert. Turning his head to the familiar signature, Saisei's ears were filled with a loud boom caused but what he could only assume was a breaking of the sound barrier. Soon after, the flaming "star" in the bright blue sky found its way to earth's surface, sending a rush of hollows towards its impact site. While curiosity surely caught the boy's attention, he couldn't help to also worry that the mass of hollows that worked their way forward would surely be a problem for anyone.

"Surely this is far too much for me, right?"

Beaming, the human chucked and sighed before tossing himself in front of the throng of Hollows to inspect the impact site. Upon reaching the deep crater, the sick stench of burnt skin filled the desert heat, enveloping any sense of smell Saisei had. The view wasn't much better compared to the smell, a hunk of "meat" that resembled a human. Male or female was relatively hard to decide, but the feeling that continued to emanate from the husk was almost too much to handle. The constant pulsing made the young boy's head hurt, something he had only ever felt once before.

Sliding down the crater wall, the boy took a simple stance before taking a deep breath, his bloody and bruised face becoming stoic as he watched the crater walls fill with hollow after hollow. It seemed like someone would be in for quite a rough time, but surely it was worth it. If it was the same feeling he felt before, it would only lead him to more clues. "I can't believe I'm talking to... meat, but don't worry. I'll try to hold them off as long as I can."

That single word rang out over and over again throughout his mind. No. No, no, no, NO. A word of denial. A word of refusal. It was meant to go against everything that it was put up against. And the way he used it? Most certainly. Hollows. Everywhere. Eastern Asia. How many? Well, the exact count was not known. But, one of the main problems that he had with this was the fact that it was near K-World. While he didn't know much about this organization, he certainly didn't want to find out if they were good, or evil. So, he knew that he had to be quick.

Snatching the last bits of his equipment and tools, he opened the door to his room in the Soul Society. His feet smacked against the wood of the Covert Ops' section of the Gotei Reformed. His hands frantically shot to his sleeves, tugging at them, and forcing them to look right. Approaching the wall that was the Sekki-Sekki wall of the Seireitei, he drew his sword. Practically carving a hole into the fabric of space with his Zanpakutō, Henrex ran as fast as he could through the Senkaimon. Blackness surrounded him for quite some time. The only thing that guided him, was the tiny light of the Hell Butterfly that he used, and the sounds that echoed off the walls of the Dangai.

A pair of shoji doors opened in front of him, and light shone upon his face, and he stepped out of the portal from the Soul Society, and he found himself in quite the wasteland. With a small green tint appearing within his irises, the male soon identified where he was. Gobi Desert. China. Quite early in the morning, too. Golden-colored lights burned into his eyes, forcing him to squint as he stared into the distance. Apparently, there were a large amount of hollows in the area. All of the converging to one place. Sand, picked up by the wind brushed into his face, occasionally getting into his eye.

A quick molecular breakdown of the material through using his energy was all that was needed for something like this. A purple spark lit from his eye as the grains were disintegrated. Sighing softly, Henrex readied himself. Two wings sprouted from his back, and glowed with the aura of the above average power that he held within him. A hand gently wrapped around the weapon that was firmly kept at his side. Lifting off the ground, and drifting high into the air, he took off. Occasional flashes came from him, causing him to disappear from one place, and be in another.

The immensely quick movement method of the Shinigami, Shunpo, was proving quite handy in this time. With thousands of miles of land to cover, he knew that he would need to be quick. But, his senses soon picked up something. Two things, actually. A mass of Hollow energy...and the energy of a Human. So, naturally, he headed in that direction, the hand that remained on his sword tightening the previous gentle grip. As he came into the area of the mass energy source, he lowered himself to the ground, his hand doing what science called "work" to pull the deadly parts of his weapon out of the sheath.

A crater broke into the surface of the earth. Not a human shaped one. Well...not entirely. It was time to see what was in this, and find out what was causing such a large mass of hollows to this specific spot in the world. Combat boots tapped against the sands of the desert, and silent steps took him to the "crash site". Kneeling down and staring into the crater. What did he see? Well...what he saw was the remainder of a corpse. But, there was still something else that was in there.

The powerful spirit that was contained within it's soul. No. This wasn't a corpse. This was the remains of a spirit that was practically an embodiment of battle itself. Closing his eyes, and rising to his feet, the battle-dressed Shinigami would address the other male that was right next to him.

"I suppose...you were sent here? I don't think there would be much of another reason. After all...this is a desert."

Twirling his sword between his fingers, Henrex's other hand would rise from his side, and his thumb and middle finger would press against one another tightly, before the sudden movement of them caused a sound to break out. A single snap of the fingers. Upon this sound being made, a faint purple glow would be seen around the blade of his Zanpakutō, and ten purple and black orbs would surround his body, five on each side. Spinning and drifting around his body, his hand soon extended only the index finger, pointing in the direction of the Hollows that were massing around them.

"Slash, and pierce."

These two commands would make the orbs that floated around his body to move at a surprisingly large amount of speed, darting towards a group of the hollows, before their form would change. Some would be blades of swords. Some would be ends of a spear. What form they took didn't matter. They would do their job. Slashing and thrusting at the masks of the Hollows, many of the horde would be dissolved before they would even reach the origin of this strange amount of power. Turning his head towards the human, he would simply gesture in their direction.

Not much talk was needed. All that was needed was time, for now. Time is one's greatest killer. And soon, time would end this threat.

It only took a few minutes for the adversity to begin; Kimiyo's body had attracted the attention of both Hollowkind and those who would destroy them. With her corpse as the focal point, a battle would begin around her between the two sides. Inhuman screeches and howls announced the deaths of many of the black shadows, as the warriors began fighting them off. Yet, in terms of numbers her protectors were hilariously outmatched, as more and more Hollows continued to be drawn from every side. Using their current abilities, the pair would certainly struggle to hold their ground the more time that passed. The shadows would grow further numerous and more powerful. With enough time, perhaps a Menos Grande would arrive...

Though while ceaseless action would take place outside and around the crater, something interesting would be happening from within the crater. Kimiyo's body was unequivocally lifeless, in a state no doctor would be able to undo. Despite that, there remained the sense of a spirit—an incredibly powerful force—that remained tied to the body. For whatever reason, it refused to pass on, as if it had always had a choice. It remained dormant inside of her, waiting to be awakened... having been waiting for nearly a year now. And only now would it so much as give any indication of activity. The intense action around her was stirring Kimiyo's soul, drawing it out of its slumber. Fighting. Battle. Combat. Conflict. Bloodshed. War! This was...!

She was remembering; sensing the skirmish taking place around her and letting it empower her, for this was the reason she loved life. This was the reason to overcome death, and keep on fighting. Had no one come to her rescue to defend her against the hollows and thus create a battlefield... she would have simply lied in this tomb awaiting her eventual consumption by the Hollows. Yet they had come to her aid, and by result of their struggling, had accomplished the one thing that cold awaken Kimiyo from her slumber. Finally, the woman was stirring awake, bringing herself to terms with reality, experiencing an out-of-body sensation. Her husk of a body was unusable as is, but that did not make the situation hopeless.

Suddenly, amidst the fighting between Saisei, Henrex, and the Hollows, there was an eruption of red spiritual energy from atop Kimiyo's weathered mass of flesh. It surged upwards into the sky like a geyser, bright enough that the world seemed to turn to night in comparison to its brilliant intensity. A pulse surged outwards and passed through each of their bodies like a thrumming of a heavy bass, capable of rattling their bones with its force. Then another one, and again, repeating over and over with the passing of each second, preventing the Hollows from advancing any further. Unfathomable amounts of spiritual energy were being pumped into Kimiyo's body that even the excess being released into the atmosphere was not even comparable. Something incredible was taking place.

That's when the miracle occurred, as if someone had made a wish to the greater entities above, and it had come true. Faster than one would believe, Kimiyo's body began to regenerate, turning charred black flesh to fresh peach-colored, regrowing lost body parts, filling in the many wounds. Steam billowed off of her body as time was turned back to return Kimiyo to the state she was in when she first left for the Moon Massacre—clean of every injury sustained. She would rise to a sitting position with her eyes closed, screaming loudly in what could only be incredible agony. That was until it was cut short by something that caught in her throat, and the woman heaved forward. Vomit of damaged tissue and blood was expunged through her mouth, as it was replaced by fresher materials.

It was an unappealing site... but despite that, what sat before them all was a woman who was merely an inert hunk of flesh moments ago, yet very much alive now. Not only alive, but brimming with such intense energy that the air was hard to breathe while she wielded it. This power had revived her but there was still so much left, so much that needed to be released. Kimiyo, conscious yet barely in her right mind as of now, was struggling to hold it back. If she continued to try, she probably would ruin her body again. So... she didn't. Kimiyo flung her head back and let it all loose into the sky. It was like a nuclear detonation, painstakingly aimed into the air so that nobody on the ground would be injured by it. Indeed, the power would not take either of her rescuers or the hollows out, but it would create a beautiful scene in the sky:

After a blinding flash of light, the brightness would dim down enough for them all to see it. It was a waving, swirling pattern of red against a dark sky; not dissimilar to the auroran lights that could be seen the poles of the Earth. The pattern danced for a short while from horizon to horizon, before fading and dispersing in time. The sky would return to its normal daylight blue, the light show having finished.

It was depressingly obvious that Saisei was outmatched. The flood of hollows that surrounded the large crater would soon swallow him whole alongside the charred corpse located behind him. It was futile, blow after blow connecting with the swarming waves of darkness would eventually amount to nothing. Surely Saisei understood the importance of running rather than protecting the hunk of meat that was such a strong focus for the hollows. Yet, there he was, his battered body flying through the air in a small attempt to protect the small light before him. The child lacked any common sense it seemed, but soon that single gesture would be rewarded. Apparently, Saisei wasn't the only being in the vicinity to the crater.

A simple flash of light sped across Saisei's field of vision as he stumbled backward, regaining his composure as a man now stood mere feet from him. He was straight to the point, taking note that Saisei was sent for some reason or another and began to take action. Before the boy could get a word in edge wise, the Shinigami had already taken matters into his own hands. Quiet phrases escaped from his lips as yet another flash of light sprouted forward, causing a mass removal of hollows that had previously seeked to overtake Saisei. Sadly, it didn't seem to matter as the flood of black continued to force its way down the crater walls. Shaking his head, Saisei looked at the Shinigami and sighed.

"I thought when someone was to save the day the bad guys were meant to be gone entirely?" The boy thought himself funny, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he was rudely interrupted. Yet more hollows flooded forward, a sneaky little adjuchas flying upward from the earth below his feet only to slide a sharpened claw directly into his chin. Luckily, the pink haired menace had moved just soon enough to keep his head on his shoulders. "Could you, like, maybe not do that friend?" The boy's hand clenched into a fist, quickly rocketing forward into the Hollow's chest. As if on queue, the impact sent a wave of chi energy through its entire being before it erupted into a bloody mess, coating both Saisei and the ground around him in the thick liquid.

"Well that was gross, wa-" Saisei turned towards the Shinigami to take in his appearance once more before being interrupted yet again. This time, it was far worse than any hollow in their vicinity could cause. A crimson wave of energy enveloped his entire being as he turned, hands guarding his face as he tried to assess the situation. The red energy quickly began to spread across the crater that contained the two beings and hunk of flesh. Hollows in all directions began to scurry around, trying to find their way forward to no avail. The hunk of flesh that had previously on emitted a small signal of life was now quickly making its presence known. Saisei fought for air as the energy continued to smack against his very being, chills being sent through his spine as each wave flew towards him.

"W-What the hell is going on?" The boy yelled towards the Shinigami that he could barely feel now that the crimson energy flooded his senses. As the energy coursed through their very beings, it seemed like it also sought to take effect within the hunk of flesh that sat in the epicenter of the crater. Charred and burnt flesh soon became pink and soft, the inklings of a female body quickly coming to light as the former husk was now returning to its previous state. Finally resembling what she had previously been seen as, it seemed that the now naked woman's stomach ejected mass amounts of vomit, nearly causing the boy himself to hurl.

As though the show still needed to continue, the previously vomiting woman now swung her head back, the previous crimson energy that spread across the crater being released towards the sky en masse. Of course, you would think the boy to focus on the extremely bare woman before him, however he seemed to be entranced by the northern light-esque scene unfolding before his very eyes. Bright blue eyes reflected the crimson light show above him, awe filling Saisei's mind as he looked on. The power that he had sought after to protect his family was right in from of him, in all its beauty and prowess. Could he truly hope to become something so formidable?

Eventually, the light show that filled the sky subsided as Saisei's attention was finally lost, the large pulses of energy now quickly subsiding alongside it as he was finally able to catch his breath with little effort. Returning his eyes to the epicenter of the Crater, the boy's cheeks quickly filled to the brim with rosy shades. The husk that previously laid dead was now a rather tall, well raised woman. Even worse, her bare skin now finally being taken into account by Saisei. Jerking his head backwards, he abruptly coughed as he tried to stutter his way through coherent speech.

"W-W-We should probably stay alert, the Hollows cant be completely stopped from all that energy she released." To Saisei, it didn't seem like the woman needed any protection. Who was he to let up now, though? He was given a job and he was sure to complete it.